Chapter 34 Valentine #2
I’d never live that down. “Did they even know who Psyche was?”
“No, so I started saying ‘lady.’ But thankfully, most people were more focused on their dates. We even had a couple of proposals. I had to talk them out of putting their rings in cake or champagne glasses. Last thing we need is a choking hazard.”
“That wouldn’t be very romantic,” I agreed, brushing a chocolate-dipped strawberry across his lips.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ll be an expert by the time you’re ready for me.”
“When I’m ready? Are you saying you’re ready?” I grinned and played with the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck as he finished his snack.
“I don’t have a ring. But I did bring you a gift.”
“Oh, Angel, you didn’t have to get me anything. I thought we agreed on the cake.” And his ‘big tip.’
“To be fair, I didn’t buy it specifically for Valentine’s Day.” He retrieved a pretty pink box from his bag.
It was perfume. “‘Secret Valentine,’” I realized. The same one he’d purchased that first day I’d helped him at The Closette. “But didn’t you get this for—”
“The woman I loved.” He flashed me a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t really going to give my mom perfume that reminded me of my crush. My intention and hope was I’d have a reason to present it to you at some point. So, here it is. And here we are.”
“Here we are.” I delicately pulled the bottle from the box to spray it on my wrist and neck, rubbing all the sensitive spots until my nerve endings tingled with intense anticipation.
Angel nuzzled into my skin and sighed deeply. “Just as good as I remember.”
“Not too sweet?” I teased.
“Not for me. You’re heavenly.” His lips brushed the nape of my neck, sending a pulse of desire through my veins.
I shivered and held him closer. “Well, Angel, if you don’t mind gifts that benefit both of us…”
“What did you get?” he asked, pressing tiny kisses along my collar.
“You’ll see.” I slipped away, my fingertips lingering on his skin, and he followed me.
We had a lovely little dinner where we kept finding reasons to brush against one another.
My cheeks ached from smiling and my body tingled from excitement.
It didn’t matter if we had sex tonight. Just being with him was the ultimate treat.
Although the cake he brought was very tasty. Especially when he fed it to me.
After we’d both finished, I licked my lips. “Okay, I’m going to freshen up. Meet me in the bedroom?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m just gonna grab something from the car.” He smiled, his eyes dark with intent, though I couldn’t fully understand why. Maybe he was restocking our condom supply.
I wiped myself off in the bathroom and changed into my lingerie, double-checking for any makeup or deodorant smudges via my reflection. It was the least functional underwear I’d ever worn. Very cheeky. Very cute.
“Angel? Are you ready for me?” I called, tip-toeing toward the bedroom.
“Oh, I’m ready,” he said.
I dramatically waltzed into the room only to stumble at the sight of my boyfriend’s silhouette.
Angel was naked. And glistening.
Naked except for the pair of costume cupid wings.
He liberally applied the massage oils I’d left on the table, creating a tantalizing sheen over the delicious planes of his body. His soft breathing and heavy-handed strokes stilled as he turned toward me, his wings catching the low light.
“Nice outfit, pidge. Could you take it off for me? Slowly?” He spread the lube along his shaft. “Hope you don’t mind I got a head start. I applied these oils everywhere I want us to touch.”
“E-everywhere?” I rubbed my thighs together to ease the throbbing need between them.
“Yes. Everywhere.” He stroked himself and eyed me appreciatively. “What do you say? Will you let this cupid pierce you with his arrow?”
I bit my lip and put on a show of laying on my side and shyly pulling a strap down my shoulder. “But I put on this outfit special for tonight. And I’m so sore from driving all day. I shouldn’t strip and lay on my back the second you ask.”
“Oh, there are plenty of positions I’d love to put you in.” He crawled over me with animalistic intent. His breath tickled the side of my neck, his member hard against my leg.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He lovingly caressed the curve of my bare shoulder, spreading the oil from his hands. Every touch was hot, smooth, and tender. He massaged me deeply enough for me to moan.
“Like this?” he purred.
“More,” I gasped, rubbing myself against him.
He lowered my other bra strap, spreading his warmth across my shoulder.
Hot kisses trailed my neck, and I rocked against him.
He unsnapped the hooks, and I pulled off the rest to give him more canvas to work with.
His hands were all over me, tender and caressing.
He kneaded my tensions away until my body begged for a different kind of relief.
I trembled on my forearms and knees trying to hold myself up. His ‘arrow’ grazed my entrance as his fingers teased me under the thin remaining fabric between us.
I couldn’t take much more of this.
“Angel,” I begged.
He circled my clit until I collapsed in bliss.
“Angel,” I whispered, reaching for his hand in thanks, but also a request. I needed more. To be close to him. To feel his euphoria and bask in it together.
He flipped me over and held my hands over my head. “Stay,” he ordered playfully.
I wiggled my hips, nerve endings still pleasantly buzzed as he edged my underwear off. “Why can’t I move my hands, Angel? Are you afraid I’ll do something naughty?”
“Oh, I’m counting on it.” He slung my undies across the room, then tumbled into bed with me with a rakish grin.
We slid together with ease and excitement, even a little bit of laughter. Whatever came next, I was ready to embrace it with my Angel forever.
THE END